Half century

I live a life of half a century. It was when I felt alone. I live a life of regret. The time of my life when I doubt everything around me. When I was a victim of my life, I lived between good and evil. It took me half a century to find the straight to push through it. Now I look for a better place within myself. I was trying to find the right words to speak. I am in charge of my life. So I have to find happiness within myself. I have to keep myself around positive things because I live with too many natives in my past. Now I look for what makes me happy. It could be big or small. Writing always makes me feel like myself. I mate not have the right words. Or it doesn't make sense. But it is my words to speak. I was this person for a long time. But life took it away. I was scared to show the world. Now I took one step at a time. Show the world what I hid because I don't want to live a life of regard. This is who I am a person who loves to express herself with words—take it to a whole new level. I don't want to live another century of regard. Because I was too scared to show the world who I was. Now I write with feelings and expression. I hope that I don't fool myself. But then I realize life is too short to worry.